Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jan 14, 2015 19:51:05 GMT
Del wasn’t sure how it hadn’t happened as he knew that the bigwigs down in IA wanted the blight of him removed from the department. He was more notorious within the department than The Prince was back in 96. The Prince at least there was a reason for him to be vilified he was an ex-miltary thug that killed as easy as breathing and the only witnesses to his crimes were so horrible that the police would have preferred that they were victims themselves. Del however had always dreamed of being a cop and the chance to be one again was what had gotten him through the worst of his time behind bars. So he wouldn’t leave the department. He wouldn’t quit and he wouldn’t knuckle under. They were cops they were the thin blue line and that had to mean something even if no one else gave a damn.
Squaring away his thoughts he began counting the money from the bust. There were professional forensic accountants and a whole slew of professional bean counters the department had to do the work but he didn’t trust them anymore than the rest of the department trusted him or any of the other officers in RPIT. It was why he was sitting here in the evidence locker with Mateo the head of the last crew of Lafitte Moneymakers. Mateo was the only slumborn biracial Italian in all of Lafitte. The scars across his face barely hidden by the tattoos was sign enough that he was a fighter. His rap sheet while as long as he was tall was all small crimes petty assaults and batteries because Mateo only knew how to solve things violently. His violence and razors edge sense of retribution was one of the things that made him the man he’d become. Del had every intent of using that small minded direct bull in a china shop mentality to break him.
Stopping his counting Del sat the stack of bills down on the table. “Matty old boy you comfortable over there? I know the uni’s can be a little harsh when cuffing you want me to loosen those for you some?” As expected Mateo launched into a slew of profanity that would make Tarantino blush. Del moved form the table to his chair with the speed of purpose. Cuffing Mateo he tsked, “Now here’s a few things I will simply not tolerate Matty old sport. One of them is profanity, the second is threats against me or anyone else in this department. You got anything to say you best remember that the cameras in here are out and no one knows where you are save me. There is no record of you being anywhere near this building nor anywhere at all really. The third is I am as simple when dealing with things as you. So if you make it easier to let you go or kill you and claim self-defense that is exactly what I will do, nod if you understand what I am saying.” Del removed the cuff key form his pocket and set about loosening the cuffs so that they wouldn’t cut into Mateo’s wrist. Mateo begrudgingly nodded which was what Del expected though not nearly as soon.
“That’s good now we have a common ground to work from. You ain’t stupid Matty that’s a good thing. I was scared I thought that all those beatings you gave out and took might have knocked more than a few marbles loose so you’d make the wrong choice.” Moving back to the table Del picked up the stack and began counting again. He started facing each bill as he counted. “You know I always hate that most folks don’t take the time to bank face the money these days. It is a bad sign that not even banks do it now without being asked.” Making eye contact Del went on. “Bank facing is a sign of care. Ya’know what I mean Matty. No probably not. What I mean is money and muscle is what gets things done. While not everyone has both or either, this…” He paused raisng the stack of bills. “Can make sure you have all the muscle you need to get things done and muscle can makesure you have enough of this to get the other things done. So bank facing caring about this just enough to always present a put together image means you care enough to get things done. Whether those things are good or just good for you. Not bankfacing means wel it means you just don’t give a damn to square everything away.” Sitting the stack down he wrote down how much he’d just counted. Taking another stack he began counting and facing the bills. “I know you are as curious as a cat at an aquarium for why I have you down here with me. Well I will tell you. As usual with me there are a lot of reasons working together. One I don’t trust many folks besides their base impulses. Two I need what might be floating up there in that head of yours and I know you wouldn’t tell me without a very good reason.”
Del stopped counting stood up and stretched. He took off his jacket laying it across the back of the chair he was sitting in and began rolling up his sleeves. Smiling he went on speaking, “Now I could beat on you all night and as tough as you are I am sure you wouldn’t tell me what I want to know and even if you did I couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t just be telling me what you think I want to hear.” Taking his flipknife from his boot he didn’t bother opening it just yet. He merely sat it on the table so Mateo could see it. It was blocked form the camera by the piles of cash. Much the same way Mateo was off camera by dint of his distance from the table. “I know you’ve heard about me. I am the one that didn’t change. The cop that was infected with the lycanthrope disease. You see I carry it in my blood but it somehow doesn’t affect me personally. It makes me a carrier. I don’t even know which strain it is.” He paused as if trying to figure that out watching as realization dawned on Mateo. Everyone knew that Louisiana still had varmint laws on the books though they were neutered by certain clauses namely as long as the infected person was registered and not engaging in a criminal act they were free from persecution. However the moment they engaged in any sort of criminal act they were free game.
“By the way Matty, did you know that it is illegal for anyone without police powers to be on this floor? No? Well it is. Anyways as I was saying I carry the furry bug. All it would take for me to accidentally infect someone would be them having an open wound perhaps gained from a split lip kind of like the one you have going there. That there spilt lip of yours is what some doctors call a path of potential infection. One drop of my blood could follow that path and before you could bat an eye the person who owned that path would show up on any sort of tests as a lycanthrope even though they never shifted.”
Del stretched allowing the very real threat to sink in. Once he saw the hint take root he went on. “So what I would like to know Matty my friend is how is ‘DarkHorse’ getting into the Big Easy? Now I know you might not know off the top of your head. That’s why you and me are down here counting the blood money taken form your operation together. It will give you time to think long and hard about where you’d like to be once I am done.” Nodding as if that were the last word Del moved back behind the piles of cash and continued counting.
Squaring away his thoughts he began counting the money from the bust. There were professional forensic accountants and a whole slew of professional bean counters the department had to do the work but he didn’t trust them anymore than the rest of the department trusted him or any of the other officers in RPIT. It was why he was sitting here in the evidence locker with Mateo the head of the last crew of Lafitte Moneymakers. Mateo was the only slumborn biracial Italian in all of Lafitte. The scars across his face barely hidden by the tattoos was sign enough that he was a fighter. His rap sheet while as long as he was tall was all small crimes petty assaults and batteries because Mateo only knew how to solve things violently. His violence and razors edge sense of retribution was one of the things that made him the man he’d become. Del had every intent of using that small minded direct bull in a china shop mentality to break him.
Stopping his counting Del sat the stack of bills down on the table. “Matty old boy you comfortable over there? I know the uni’s can be a little harsh when cuffing you want me to loosen those for you some?” As expected Mateo launched into a slew of profanity that would make Tarantino blush. Del moved form the table to his chair with the speed of purpose. Cuffing Mateo he tsked, “Now here’s a few things I will simply not tolerate Matty old sport. One of them is profanity, the second is threats against me or anyone else in this department. You got anything to say you best remember that the cameras in here are out and no one knows where you are save me. There is no record of you being anywhere near this building nor anywhere at all really. The third is I am as simple when dealing with things as you. So if you make it easier to let you go or kill you and claim self-defense that is exactly what I will do, nod if you understand what I am saying.” Del removed the cuff key form his pocket and set about loosening the cuffs so that they wouldn’t cut into Mateo’s wrist. Mateo begrudgingly nodded which was what Del expected though not nearly as soon.
“That’s good now we have a common ground to work from. You ain’t stupid Matty that’s a good thing. I was scared I thought that all those beatings you gave out and took might have knocked more than a few marbles loose so you’d make the wrong choice.” Moving back to the table Del picked up the stack and began counting again. He started facing each bill as he counted. “You know I always hate that most folks don’t take the time to bank face the money these days. It is a bad sign that not even banks do it now without being asked.” Making eye contact Del went on. “Bank facing is a sign of care. Ya’know what I mean Matty. No probably not. What I mean is money and muscle is what gets things done. While not everyone has both or either, this…” He paused raisng the stack of bills. “Can make sure you have all the muscle you need to get things done and muscle can makesure you have enough of this to get the other things done. So bank facing caring about this just enough to always present a put together image means you care enough to get things done. Whether those things are good or just good for you. Not bankfacing means wel it means you just don’t give a damn to square everything away.” Sitting the stack down he wrote down how much he’d just counted. Taking another stack he began counting and facing the bills. “I know you are as curious as a cat at an aquarium for why I have you down here with me. Well I will tell you. As usual with me there are a lot of reasons working together. One I don’t trust many folks besides their base impulses. Two I need what might be floating up there in that head of yours and I know you wouldn’t tell me without a very good reason.”
Del stopped counting stood up and stretched. He took off his jacket laying it across the back of the chair he was sitting in and began rolling up his sleeves. Smiling he went on speaking, “Now I could beat on you all night and as tough as you are I am sure you wouldn’t tell me what I want to know and even if you did I couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t just be telling me what you think I want to hear.” Taking his flipknife from his boot he didn’t bother opening it just yet. He merely sat it on the table so Mateo could see it. It was blocked form the camera by the piles of cash. Much the same way Mateo was off camera by dint of his distance from the table. “I know you’ve heard about me. I am the one that didn’t change. The cop that was infected with the lycanthrope disease. You see I carry it in my blood but it somehow doesn’t affect me personally. It makes me a carrier. I don’t even know which strain it is.” He paused as if trying to figure that out watching as realization dawned on Mateo. Everyone knew that Louisiana still had varmint laws on the books though they were neutered by certain clauses namely as long as the infected person was registered and not engaging in a criminal act they were free from persecution. However the moment they engaged in any sort of criminal act they were free game.
“By the way Matty, did you know that it is illegal for anyone without police powers to be on this floor? No? Well it is. Anyways as I was saying I carry the furry bug. All it would take for me to accidentally infect someone would be them having an open wound perhaps gained from a split lip kind of like the one you have going there. That there spilt lip of yours is what some doctors call a path of potential infection. One drop of my blood could follow that path and before you could bat an eye the person who owned that path would show up on any sort of tests as a lycanthrope even though they never shifted.”
Del stretched allowing the very real threat to sink in. Once he saw the hint take root he went on. “So what I would like to know Matty my friend is how is ‘DarkHorse’ getting into the Big Easy? Now I know you might not know off the top of your head. That’s why you and me are down here counting the blood money taken form your operation together. It will give you time to think long and hard about where you’d like to be once I am done.” Nodding as if that were the last word Del moved back behind the piles of cash and continued counting.
